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My blog is one place where I can be myself without worrying about my voice being too loud, my laugh too raucous or my ideas too weird.

Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

Personal

  • A Sunday of a hundred colours

    Most people are handed down old clothes and old toys. I was handed a box of Crayola . And what made this special ? It was a box of 64 crayons! Sturdy and strong in shades of blue and pink of every hue. With magical names like periwinkle and fuchsia. Since then I’ve been fascinated Read more

  • ” Ma’am, are you a Senior Citizen ? ” the bank officer would ask me anytime I stepped into the bank to make a deposit “No, but do I look like one ?” I used to retort , extremely offended by this remark. ” No , No ” he would mumble apologetically, ” just you Read more

  • Have you ever had breakfast with a crow pheasant ? Frankly nor had I till this very morning. And here’s how it happened. Hubby Dear had to go to Kolhapur on some work so I accompanied him till Pune where we had spent the night at my parents’ . While he woke up before the Read more

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